The soul goes out of the body and cultivates into a fairy

Chapter 65 Guarantee No Scars

Seeing that he ignored him, Yue Xinxin groaned angrily, "Why are you making so much trouble, I'll tear it off in a while and throw away the plaster!"

Chen Mo pressed the bandage with one hand, tore off the sticker with his teeth, and stuck the bandage.

"Then I have to post it again!"

"you!"

Chen Mo looked at Yue Xinxin, with tears in the corners of his eyes, but his almond eyes were wide open, his cheeks were flushed red, and his cherry mouth was tightly pressed together.

He really found it funny, and joked: "Why, I've helped others and even made revenge?"

Yue Xinxin was so angry that she couldn't speak, did I ask you for help from the beginning to the end?How can this person be so righteous in doing things?
She turned back into the room and slammed the door shut.

Chen Mo was worried and chased to the door.

"You won't really throw it away, will you?"

"Just throw it!"

Chen Mo pressed his hand on the doorknob, and was about to push hard, when Yue Xinxin's threats came from inside.

"If you dare to come in again, I will report to the police that you are molesting!"

Chen Mo was a little discouraged, and the police were not afraid, but it seemed that it was really not good to rush in like this, and besides, they couldn't guard her 24 hours a day.

Yue Xinxin listened nervously for a while, but the door was safe and sound, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and stretched out his hand to pull the bandage.

I'm going to throw it!What can you do to me?
If this has to be posted several times a day, I might as well die!

At this time, a light voice came from outside the door.

"My medicine can not only heal wounds, but also guarantee that no scars will be left. It's up to you whether you stick it or not!"

Yue Xinxin's hand stopped halfway, and his heart was galloping, committing crimes!
In the end, the arm hangs down limply, forget it, no matter how hot it is, it will stick!

In the next few days, the two still battled wits and courage over the matter of putting on the plaster.

Although Yue Xinxin has lingering fears about the problem of leaving scars, she still hopes to let it dry before posting, but Chen Mo said that she has a long way to go, and she is not greedy enough, so she refuses to give up even a single step.

Every time the medicine was applied, Yue Xinxin's wailing could always be heard in the house, and the neighbor couldn't help knocking on the door one day.

Chen Mo went to open the door, and Yue Xinxin took the opportunity to hide in the bathroom, and secretly tore off the gauze that had been smeared with ointment.

Standing outside the door was a rough man, taller than Chen Mo, who gave him a condescending look with contempt in his eyes.

"What's the matter?" Chen Mo asked.

The man snorted from his nose, as if talking to Chen Mo would lower his status.

"Big brother, they are all men, I advise you, if you have something to say, speak up!"

Chen Mo's tone was not good, but he was still a little confused.

"Who is it?" Yue Xinxin came out of the bathroom and heard voices at the door.

As soon as she appeared, the exposed wound on her neck attracted the man's attention.

"Damn it, did he do it?" the man blurted out.

Before Yue Xinxin and Chen Mo could react, the man pointed at Chen Mo's nose and said to Yue Xinxin, "Big sister, you just need to say something, and I will clean up this bastard for you!"

Yue Xinxin finally understood, probably he thought Chen Mo was hitting me?
The door on the opposite side of the corridor suddenly opened, and a majestic woman stood up with her hands on her hips.

"Come back to me! If that bastard dares to do something next time, I won't stop you! Big sister, you don't have to be afraid of anything, ah!"

Although the man looks rough, he loves to listen to what his wife says, so he tapped Chen Mo hard with his finger as a warning, and then followed his wife back home.

Yue Xinxin closed the door, turned around and secretly looked at Chen Mo, and sure enough, he saw that his face turned blue and white with anger.

Don't mention it in her heart to relieve her anger, who told you to bully me?Others think it is domestic violence, I think they understand it correctly!

"What are you looking at! Where's the gauze?" Chen Mo said bitterly.

"lost."

Seeing that Chen Mo went to get the hot plaster again, Yue Xinxin hurriedly said: "If you stick it again, I will shout!"

Chen Mo ignored her threats, took the plaster in one hand, and grabbed Yue Xinxin's shoulder with the other.

"You don't think I'm afraid of him, do you?"

Yue Xinxin forced a smile.

"Of course not. If you didn't take good care of yourself today, I'm afraid that elder brother would have lost his arms and legs. But since we live in this building, if the neighbors think you beat me every day, what do you think? okay?"

Just as the gauze was about to fall, it suddenly stopped in mid-air.

Chen Mo sighed, that's all.

He put the gauze to his mouth and blew gently.

About half a minute later, the warm plaster was applied to Yue Xinxin's neck, not to mention, it was quite comfortable!
After that day, there was no more wailing in the house, and Yue Xinxin could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

She doesn't have to go to work these few days, and she spends all her time refining that Miyin flute.

She plastered her room with cinnabar and yellow talismans to suppress the ghosts in the iron lumps, and at the same time blessed the casting magic circle, often unconsciously forgetting the time.

Chen Mo knocked on the door: "It's time to eat."

Yue Xinxin stretched her waist and saw Chen Mo wearing a floral apron bringing out dishes from the kitchen.

Potato goulash, the beef is a bit burnt.

Scrambled eggs with leeks, the eggs are too old, so the vegetables return to the vegetables, and the eggs return to the eggs, they don't fit together.

Suckling pigeon and lotus root soup, this is the only dish that looks good, once you taste it, it is too salty!

Yue Xinxin bit the bullet and ate a few mouthfuls, forcing out a perfect smile.

"Thank you! However, we don't need to eat as much as three meals a day, so we don't need to work so hard!"

Soul cultivators have an additional digestive system than ordinary people, that is, Da Luo Tian Huan Yu, which can transform the aura of heaven and earth into their own energy, while ordinary people only have a stomach.

But Chen Mo disagreed. "People who are recuperating should naturally eat more!"

Although his tone was hard, he took a sip of the soup and fell silent.

Well, does cooking also require talent?
Seeing Yue Xinxin stop his chopsticks, he urged, "Why don't you eat? You need to supplement your nutrition!"

"Then why don't you eat?"

"I'm not hurt!"

Yue Xinxin burst into tears in an instant, God sent Chen Mo to heal my wounds, did they want to add to my wounds!

"Why don't you order takeaway for your next meal?"

"Oil and salt are too heavy, which is not conducive to wound growth."

"Then cooking porridge is fine!"

"Not enough nutrition."

Yue Xinxin let out a long sigh. "Let me make the next meal!"

It has to be said that being good at cooking is also a burden, no, Chen Mo started to enjoy life of sitting and enjoying it with peace of mind.

Fortunately, he still remembered that Yue Xinxin was a sick patient, and she took the initiative to clean the dishes and sweep the floor after eating, and even took over the work of walking the dog, feeding the cat and shoveling excrement.

A while ago, I picked mulberry leaves every day to feed the baby silkworms, but recently the silkworms went up the mountain and formed cocoons, so there was nothing to do.

The silkworm cocoon is extraordinary at first glance, shiny golden, oily and smooth.

Yue Xinxin crouched in front of her and watched non-stop.

"Tell me, when will it break out of its cocoon and become a butterfly?"

"Soon. At that time, you will be able to use this cocoon to weave a golden jade garment."

Yue Xinxin heard of this for the first time.

"What is it for?"

"protect yourself."

It turned out to be a piece of armor, but she still expressed doubts, how many silks can there be in such a small cocoon?
(End of this chapter)